The world wants proof of Y/N’s and Loki’s relationship… But that doesn’t mean it’s ready.
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“You look amazing.” Loki says. His eyes look up and down your body, taking in your outfit. You smile, accepting the glass of champagne he’s handing you.
“Thank you.” you picked the dress out knowing Loki would like it: It’s the dark green he loves, and paired with the low neckline and slit up the leg, well… It was simply his taste. “You don’t look to bad yourself.” you tell Loki, returning the compliment. It’s not lie: Loki is wearing a tailored black suit, fitting his waist and complimenting his black hair. Standing next to each other, you know heads are turning.
Loki continues admiring you, but soon after sighs.
“I really don’t see why I had to come to this.” Loki says. “Charities don’t want me. They want heroes.”
“Exactly.” you interject. “They want the Avengers. You’re part of the team. You know are.” When Loki begins to put himself down, you’ve learned to stop the thoughts before they become to serious.
Loki eyes you, taking a step closer.
“Care to dance Y/N?” he asks, taking your hand. You smile slightly, accepting the change in conversation. Loki leads you to the center of the floor, where couples like Pepper and Tony are dancing and people like Steve and Bucky stand watching.
Loki slides his hand onto the small of your back, and even though he’s done much more than that; the lightness of the touch makes your breath catch. You begin to sway, back forth, being lead entirely by Loki. He’s a great dancer.
“We have many balls on Asgard.” Loki says, almost as if he read your mind (he could have. But he’s promised he doesn’t. Not to you.). “I’ve been dancing since I could walk.” your foreheads press together, and you let your eyes close, blocking out Stark and Banner and reporters. The whispers between the reporters, ironically, are the loudest sound in the building.
“It’s a great story.” Loki murmurs. “The Avengers, complete with the villain turned… Better, dancing in the building he invaded six years ago, with one of America’s fairest maidens.” Your head snaps up in surprise.
“This was the building you attacked?” With a flourish, Loki dips you, and you can hear the cameras flash.
“Oh my darling, why don’t you think the archer came?” Loki lifts you back to his level, and you say nothing. He looks up and around. “It’s interesting how this all played out isn’t it?” Loki’s eyes harden, and won’t meet yours. “I will never escape from my actions. I will never be anything but a murderer to my people and yours.”
You look to the reporters, wearing their cameras and horrified expressions.
“One of America’s fairest maidens huh?” you ask Loki. He still won’t look at you.
“You’ve seen the headlines of us. Ever since Wanda told them of our… Relationship, they haven’t stopped. I’ve corrupted one your country’s most beloved sweethearts, according to the all-important Cosmopolitan Magazine.”
You suddenly reach to Loki and grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. Carefully, you run your fingers along his forehead until his brow is no longer furrowed. You bite your lip, stealing one last glance at the people so greedy for a story.
When you close the gap between you and the God of Mischief, you do it fiercely. Your first kiss to the world, and you’re making it obvious whose idea it is: You’re tangling your hands in Loki’s hair and gripping his tie, pressing the whole of your body against his. His hands find their way to your hips, and Loki’s slightly chapped lips return the fervor you give him. The reporters are doing more than whispering now, but you aren’t listening. Your eyes are closed again, and you’re meeting Loki in the dark.
“Alright now, that’s enough.” Steve steps in, pulling you and Loki apart. He glares, most likely disappointed in you. Most likely finding ways to blame Loki.
When he walks away, you take Loki’s hand. Your chest is held high, you feel triumphant. There is no way for newspapers to twist what just happened, pictures don’t lie.
You squeeze Loki’s hand, giving him a smirk.
“I’m not America’s sweetheart anymore.” you tell him. “I’m yours.”
Loki raises an eyebrow, grins, and pulls you closer once more.
“Sorry.” you sit down and cradle the toe you had just bashed against the way-to-fancy table. “Just… Owwww. Fuck me.”
Loki lets out a chuckle and takes a seat next to you. He’s amused, his eyes glinting, and you give him a playful swat to the head. Loki grabs your wrist and brings your hand down. He kisses the inside of your palm, then the ring on your finger.
“It’s a tempting offer, really.” Loki says. He leans in, and if all your blood wasn’t gathering around your throbbing toe, it would have run cold. “But darling, you really don’t have to ask anymore. Is that not the point of a honeymoon?”
You bite your lip, wrapping your hand around Loki’s tie. He smirks.
“I’m quite preoccupied at the moment.” you tease him. Loki begins sucking on your neck, and you let out a moan. He smiles against your skin. “The pain… It’s just to much.”
Loki pulls back and smiles as he lays you down. He crawls on top of you, knees over your waist and hands splayed over your ribs.
“Well,” he begins nipping at the skin exposed from your shirt falling open. “It sounds like you need a distraction. And luckily, you’ve already given me an idea as to what it should be…”
You press your open mouth to Loki’s bare chest. His hand tangles in your hair, and he pulls your sweaty body against yours. All you can feel is Loki’s skin and the sheets on the bed.
You close your eyes, focusing on Loki’s thumb moving up and down your shoulder. It’s comforting. Loki- even after his change of heart- scared so many people. But you only ever feel at ease, safe, with him. You’re incapable of anything but content when he’s in your company.
“I love you.” Loki says. You’re as close to him as physically possible, but Loki still manages to tighten his grip around you. “…So much.” Loki trails kisses across your temple. You hum, placing your hand on his sternum. “Love you.” Loki keeps saying.
You adore this version of him: Stripped down. All Loki does is keep his guard up, reacting with carefully planned actions. But with you, behind closed doors, it comes crashing down. You’ll never be entirely sure why you’re the one Loki shows his true self to; but you’ll always be grateful you’re the one he’s chosen.
“Do you believe in soulmates?” you ask. It’s a stupid question, this you know, but it had slipped out.
“What do you mean love?” Loki asks, threading his fingers through your own.
“Just… This. This is so perfect Loki.” the god kisses your knuckles. You smile at this, but continue on. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else. I can’t imagine any reality where we aren’t together. I know that if I were with someone else, it wouldn’t be as real as when I’m with you. Not even that- It would just be less. Everyone else is less.” you peer into Loki’s eyes, which are giving you all the attention in the world. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
“And you know I love it when you do.” Loki tells you, kissing your nose. You smile.
It’s silent for a moment.
“It’s not that I can’t imagine a world without you; or a world where I’m not with you.” Loki whispers. “It’s that I don’t want to.” Loki grips your hand, tight, and it almost hurts. “We came so close to missing each other… I’ve made mistakes, Y/N, but had I not made them, I would never had come to Midgard. I’d never have met you… It’s a thought I can scarcely bear.” he swallows. “Soulmates? No. It’s a selfish thought, the idea the universe has planned your life out for you. But I believe in choice.” Loki tilts your chin up, capturing your mouth in a long embrace that takes any air out of you.
Anonymous asked: Could you write a fluffy imagine about Loki helping a reader who is deaf? My hearing aids have been broken for a while and I could really use it. I love your works 💕💕
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It was weird not having Clint with you.
You were happy for him to be back with his family of course- But it left you with little at the Avengers tower. He always had your back, he was someone who actually knew how you felt when your hearing aids didn’t do their job.
Deep down, you knew the team thought of you as an equal. But it was hard to remember when Steve would draw in a breath when you asked him to repeat something, especially with Natasha rolling her eyes in the background.
You had just had a particularly rough sparring session with Bucky (who could empathize with you to some degree- he didn’t have an arm. But he had just kept telling you how he overcame that, so you you could overcome your obstacle, and it was just to much. It wasn’t as easy for you.) when you rounded a sharp corner. You must have been looking down, because you collided with Loki.
You let out a small sound as the two of you fell to the ground, your cheeks burning. You tried to stumble to your feet, but Loki beat you to it, reaching his hand out to help you up.
You took it gratefully. His hand was softer than you would have thought- It had been clenched and bound so many times, but it felt like the inside of a seashell.
You weren’t sure how long you had your hand on Loki’s, and you looked up in a hurry. Loki was smiling, and you could tell you had just missed his sentence.
“I’m not- I can’t” you began to say, but stopped. You looked at Loki for a few seconds and took your hand away. He looked confused, and maybe… Hurt?
You scolded yourself for thinking a god would feel that for you. You pushed past Loki, barely even caring if he was calling after you or not.
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Meetings were the worst.
They were chores to everyone; meaning they were rushed through. You had a lot of trouble understanding them, but today was the worst.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Tony making top-class weapons and suits but not fixing your hearing aids when he was going over some procedure. There he was, lecturing in his state-of-the-art tower, and he couldn’t be bothered to take five minutes for a girl who had saved his life at least three times.
Your gaze settled outside the window, your thoughts wondering (mostly about Loki and his kind eyes…) when you saw Tony snap in front of your face.
You sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, when he did it again.
You looked towards him, around the room, where everyone was watching, waiting, to gauge your reaction.
You scoffed, not wanting to give anyone one. You simply stood up and walked out of the room.
You hugged your chest as you felt the doors slam behind you. You were beginning to walk down one of the long hallways when you felt someone turn you around.
Loki.
You tried to turn back around, but Loki’s grip was strong on your shoulders. You looked at him, and you could see his lips moving. He was saying your name.
“Y/N.” you looked away, not wanting him to see the tears filling your eyes.
Carefully, Loki laced his fingers under your chin so you were looking at him. Your breath caught at the small smile he gave you.
Are you okay?
You stared at Loki in bewilderment: Had he just ?
I hoped I’m doing this at least a little bit right. Loki signed. You laughed, amazed Loki would do something like this. His grin grew wider.
I started learning that day- Loki stopped, seeing your expression. “I just said something wrong, didn’t I?” you saw him say after you snorted. You nodded, and he looked embarrassed.
You felt courage well up in your chest, grabbing Loki’s wrist and leading him to sit on a nearby couch.
You sat as close as you could to him- Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. He was cool to the touch, and you could feel his breath on both of your hands.
You encased Loki’s palms in your own, and slowly began going through the alphabet.
A. Your fingers guided Loki’s in the correct position.
B.
C.
D.
Loki stopped you at F, pressing your hand over his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, which made your own sped up.
“Y/N.” he said. Loki was so close, you could hear him. “Y/N.”
Loki slips his hand onto your neck and brings you towards him, capturing your lips in a simple, sweet, kiss.
Anonymous asked: Loki’s favorite sexual positions or practices?
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~Honestly, sex with Loki isn’t as much how it happens, but just the fact that it happens
~For you, you’re amazed and happy that Loki, a god the man you love wants to do this with you
~For him, it’s even deeper. Loki’s no virgin (which shows), but he’s kind of an emotional one? Girls on Asgard were a way to pass the time, to feel a second of intimacy. You’re not; and the fact that Loki gets to share this with someone he loves makes sex very, very special to him
~ btw, he calls it making love exclusively to you
~that being said:
~Loki likes you where he can see, feel, and overwhelm you
~ i.e: missionary, riding, and doggy style
~Your go-to is missionary: Loki loves doing the simple things, laying you down on your bed, being able to brush your hair out of your face, having access to kiss you anywhere
~You like this too: Loki feels so close in this position. His stomach, chest, legs all pressed up against yours, and he buries his head in your shoulder/neck
~This also allows you to grip Loki’s arms, or rake your fingernails down his back- both of which he relishes the feeling of (these always elicit a moan out of him)
~It’s also the ideal way for Loki to hear the noises you make and the words of praise
~Loki def. has a praise kink
~Loki likes it when you ride him because he can see all of you
~This tends to happen on lazy mornings (so not very often). You’ll awake to him watching you, press your lips against his, and make your way on top of him
~You’re often both already naked from the night before
~You’ll lower yourself on Loki slowly- he’s a lot to take in this way, and Loki adores watching your brows knit together and the beads of sweat form on your forehead from this
~He’ll grip your hips to help keep your upright, but once you get to moving, he’ll reach up and take your breasts
~Loki loves you this way- he can see you, feel you, watch you come unraveled
~It feels good for him to. He can run his thumbs over your nipples, reach places inside he can’t normally, and your knees fit perfectly over his hips
~Doggy style is the most desparate
~It tends to happen after one of you was threatened
~Loki will rip his and your clothes off, practically throw you on the bed. It seems like it’ll be rough sex, but it never is
~Loki doesn’t do rough sex with you because that’s what he did on Asgard- it’s emotionless and he finds it wrong to do with the one person he loves
~Anyway
~He’ll lay you down on your stomach, pin your hands above your head (fingers intertwined), and begin kissing from the small of your back to the base of your neck, over and over again
~He’ll thrust into you, and press his body into the curve of your neck. He’s laying so flat on you, you can hear his breath and moans in your ear
~No matter what position, Loki always holds you after climax. You stay in his arms until you’re forced to leave, but know you’ll see him again soon
anonymous requested: How about some Loki sleepy cuddling fluff?
yes, how about?
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The sharp ring of your phone cuts through your sleep like a knife.
You groan, opening your eyes- And smile as soon as you do.
Loki sleeps soundly next to you. He looks so peaceful, long, full eyelashes resting on perfect cheekbones. Loki’s head is balanced on his arm, and you realize you were sleeping on your pillow and Loki’s.
He hadn’t taken his back.
Another ring notifies you, and you sit up to reach across Loki to grab it.
“Let it ring.” Loki’s voice says. You look down, but the god hasn’t moved. “We’ve been up all night, and we’ll be up tonight as well.” His eyes open, and you feel your breath catch at how beautiful they are. After all this time, they still manage to captivate you.
You snap out of it, and extend your arm. Loki catches it, and brings your palm to his mouth.
“Ten more minutes Y/N.” he says, trailing kisses up your arm. “You must be even more tired than I am…”
You could say yes- you want to say yes- to a day full of Loki. To a day with nothing but kisses and lazy touches and homecooked meals.
But this could be Wanda, or Steve.
“I just have to check.” you tell Loki.
“Alright.” Loki drops back down, laying flat. “See what happens when you do.” he says with a playful glint in his tired eyes.
You have to admit, you hesitate at this. But once more, the need to check on your friends overwhelms you, and you look at the phone screen.
“Phew.” you say. “It’s just my mom saying-”
Before you can finish your sentence, Loki grabs you and flips you down next to him; crawling over you so his legs are over your hips, effectively trapping you.
“Loki!” you laugh as he pins your arms above your head. Your shirt has ridden up, your stomach exposed, and Loki takes the opportunity to pepper kisses all over it. “Let me go!” you say with a smile. Loki looks down at you, eyebrow raised.
“Is that what you want?” Loki asks. He runs his thumb up and down your wrist, reminding you he can feel your quickened pulse.
You roll your eyes, wondering how you thought you could trick the Trickster.
“No.” you confirm Loki’s assumptions. “It’s really, really, not.”
Loki smiles with you, climbing off you and returning to his previous spot on the bed. You scootch closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. You press your lips to his collarbone, and place a hand on his chest.
“Thank you.” you say. Loki turns his head ever so slightly; enough that his lips make contact with your forehead.
“What for?” he asks. You shrug, and Loki moves one hand so it rests on your waist. It makes you feel secure.
“This.” you say. Loki opens his mouth to say something, but you silence him with your own before he can say anything. It’s a lazy kiss, you’re both still groggy- But it’s a good kiss. All of Loki’s kisses are.
You pull apart, and Loki tucks your head under his chin.
I just watched IW and wanted some fluff to cheer myself up- I’m sure many feel the same way so here you go 🙂 please drop into my inbox to scream about IW anytime bc I’m suffering
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“Cap!” you yell as the giant orange alien lobs Steve at you. He flies past you, a stray piece of metal nicking your cheekbone. You touch your finger to the cut, drawing it back with blood.
“Shit.” You grit your teeth and clench your fist. You look around for anyone to attack with- Stark is out, Natasha is bending over a frail Peter, and Thor and Loki aren’t in your line of sight. You haul yourself out of the car you were thrown into earlier and begin running; launching yourself at the villain. You draw your dagger (a gift from Loki) out as you’re floating through the air. You can hear Loki’s voice in your head. Use it as an extension, not an accessory, he had said. It’s not serving you any more than you’re serving it.
His advice had proved useful until now.
Your blade is fully extended with your arm, and it’s so close to the alien’s neck. You feel wind blowing through your hair, your whole body anticipating the clean slice down the creature’s throat and the victory that would soon follow.
Before that can happen, your body stops entirely. You aren’t sure why you’ve stopped moving or why you’ve dropped your weapon until you feel the pressure on your neck.
The second you realize the alien is choking you in midair your hands fly up to his fingers. The pain is searing through you- you attempt to scream but the only thing that you can manage is a choking sound. You desperately claw at the hand trapping you, but it’s to avail. You’re just beginning to slip away when the alien laughs.
“That’s quite the necklace you’ve got there.” the alien shifts his hand to look at it. He’s talking about the golden chain with the emerald pendant. It’s shaped like a triangle, and rests just a few inches below your collarbone. You haven’t taken it off since you got it four months ago.
“It would be, as it’s from me.” a voice says. The alien turns, met with the image of a horned man wielding two daggers and a grin. “I have great taste when I’m bothered to.” says Loki. “That being said, I really would prefer it if you put the necklace and its owner down. They’re important to me, drastically so.” Loki is playing it cool, but you can tell from the way he’s rapidly tapping the handle of his right blade he is anything but.
“Lovers then?” the alien questions the god. Loki shrugs, his expression guarded. The alien smirks and rips the pendant away from your neck. It stings, both physically and emotionally as he rolls Loki’s token to you into a ball and discards it next to him.
Loki bristles, but the action is overpowered by the worried glance he throws your way. The second he does, the grip around you tightens and you cry out.
“GAAAHH.” you kick your feet, hit the hand holding you, anything in an attempt to stop the pain.
“That’s enough!” Loki finally yells, his voice sharp. The orange being cocks an eyebrow. Loki charges forward, moving with impeccable speed towards you. The alien hit him to the side, hard, and Loki seemingly losses both his weapons. He raises his head at the beast, panting as he hides the dagger he somehow held onto up his sleeve.
“I’m going to finish killing your girl here.” the alien tells Loki, bending his elbow so your face is close to his. You squirm. “Then I’ll move onto you. You’ll be quick, but she won’t be.” The alien crouches to where Loki lays. The God of Mischief takes his chance: He pushes himself up with is empty hand and thrusts his dagger into the alien’s throat while hitting its head with the metal part of his helmet at the same time.
It lets out a roar and drops you. You collapse, hand on your stomach and you struggle to find air.
“Y/N.” Loki rushes over to you, not even checking to see if he’s defeated your opponent. “Y/N, darling, look at me.” you do, but only because Loki’s hands cup your face so your eyes meet. “I’m so sorry love, it took longer than it should have.”
You sputter, pressing your hand to your throat, trying to signal you couldn’t breathe.
“Ssssh.” Loki brushes his nose against yours. When he draws back, Loki’s eyes are red, his face now blue in patches. He lifts a blue hand to your throat, and it cools you upon contact.
“Loki.” you manage before passing out. “Loki.”
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You awake in the all to familiar med wing of Avengers tower. Your eyes adjust slowly, revealing your bruised knuckles and a very fidgety Loki.
“Loki.” you say. You cough, throat dry and voice hoarse. Loki stands and takes the glass of water that’s resting on your bedside table. He sits down on your hospital bed, and tips the glass slow enough that you drink it. You let your head fall forward onto Loki’s shoulder once you finish it. He lets out a short laugh at this, and begins massaging your scalp. His fingers run through you hair; and it’s soon braided before you know it.
“I don’t like seeing you like that.” Loki tells you. You sit up, level with him. “I almost wish you were content to simply watch the battles from a safe distance.” He smiles, the pad of his thumb running over the cut from earlier. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t love you so much if you were.”
You catch Loki’s thumb in a kiss and return his smile.
“You didn’t lose me.” you say reassuringly. “The worst damage was necklace you gave me. It’s a bit sad, but it can be replaced.”
Loki’s expression changes; to one you aren’t very used to seeing: nervousness.
“I was actually thinking it could be.” he admits, pulling something out of his pocket. “I wanted to ask you this in a proper setting, I wanted it to be special for you… But darling, I’m finding that I can’t wait.” Loki presses his forehead against yours. Your hand finds its way up Loki’s chest, you can feel his heart pounding. “…And I think you’re well aware I’m still a selfish, selfish man.” Loki holds up ring, and if you would have gasped if you could.
It’s a simple thing: A gold band, with two jewels. One emerald, one that’s tinted pink. You see a matching one on Loki’s finger already; the only difference being his crystals had been embedded in the gold.
You lose your breath for the second time that day, but this time, it’s for all the right reasons.
“Do you- do you mean?” you ask. Loki nods.
“Yes.” he laughs. “I’m asking you, Y/N Y/L/N of Midgard, to be my wife.”
You let out nervous giggle and nod, so hard a jolt of pain shoots through your neck. You don’t even care. Loki slips the ring on your finger with incredible ease, kissing it when he does. He looks to you and then presses his mouth against yours.
Loki kisses you slower than he ever has before; aware of how you’re just beginning to get air back in you. But the knowledge that Loki takes that into consideration alone brings you to your knees. He’s so gentle, carefully licking your lips to ask your permission to be let in. You open your mouth, moaning when Loki kisses you harder. Two fingers slip inside your shirt, just at your waist, and you smile at how happy you are.
This doesn’t last long, you’re still thirsty and tired. Soon enough, Loki draws away and nestles down to the pillow next you. He conjours flowers, and he whispers sweet nothings while tucking them into your hair until you fall back to sleep once more.
Anonymous requested: Can I request a Loki x Reader fic, where after months of being together, Loki realizes that he’s in love with her, and he’s all ??????? because he’s never actually loved anyone ever like this, so he doesn’t know how to tell her, so he goes around to different people for advice, (whoever you want, Thor, Valkyrie, Korg, Nat, Steve, I don’t care!) but when he goes to tell her, he gets really nervous and just kind of spills everything out? She loves him back, of course. Thanks so much!!
Anonymous requested: ou could write a oneshot where loki and y/n first start realising they are in love with each other. Like something one of them did. Idk like saving one’s life or a simple act like loki taking care of y/n when shes had a hangover Or at their first date? I need romance
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“Where’s Y/N?” Loki asks, shaking his hair out of his helmet. Natasha looks up briefly.
“In the med bay.” she responds, pointing. Her head snaps back up when she realizes how that could sound. “She’s patching up Peter.” she explains. “She’s fine.”
Loki nods, heading in the direction of you.
You don’t notice when he walks in. Instead, you’re focused on Peter Parker, who got his shoulder sliced pretty well.
You tie off his bandage and give him a smile.
“There you go.” you say, reaching forward to ruffle his hair. “Just keep it clean, okay?” Peter returns your smile.
“Thanks Y/N!” he says.
“Peter- next time, go to Banner, okay? I’m not trained in this type of thing.”
“Oh… Okay.” Peter says, looking down. “It’s just that- you’re nicer, y’know? You’re kinda like my Aunt May of the Avengers. Not that my Aunt May couldn’t be an Avenger… But yeah.” Peter shrugs.
Loki isn’t sure what makes his stomach drop: The way Peter accepts your hug or the way you’re able to earn everyone’s trust on the team. It makes Loki think about how you had stuck up for him countless times, even when he didn’t deserve it.
His breath catches, and he exits the med bay before you can see him.
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“Valkyrie.” Loki says. The warrior looks to him, catching the bag she’s hitting before it collides with her face.
“What’s up? Ready for some sparring?” she throws a punch that Loki deflects without even thinking about it.
“No.” he says. Valkyrie looks confused. “I need your help.”
“Listen, if you’re looking to talk, that’s what Y/N is for.” Valkyrie grins. “She’s good for more than talking huh? It’s been, what, four months now?”
“Six.” Loki corrects. “In a week or so that is.”
“Then go talk to her.” Valkyrie says. “Talking about emotions? Came to Earth so I didn’t have to do that.”
“I… I can’t talk to her about this, because…” Loki trails off. Valkryie stops her training, giving her full attention to Loki.
“Well, shit.” she says. “You’re not in-” The glare Loki gives his fellow Asgardian is so sharp she bites the word back. “You’ve got it bad.” Loki scoffs, throwing his own punch that knocks the punching bag off its hook.
“Look, I’m not… Just tell her, okay Loki?” Valkyrie sounds concerned, she doesn’t like to think about this type of thing. Not after Hela. “Gods. Get it together, Laufeyson.”
She leaves, leaving Loki to wonder what to do next.
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“What is it that ails you brother?” Thor asks. Loki enters the room, making sure it’s empty (particularly of you).
“It’s about Y/N.” Loki says. Thor knits his eyebrows.
“Is she alright?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Have you had a fight?”
“No.”
Thor pauses.
“Do you no longer care for her?” Loki doesn’t speak, taken aback by the thought he would even be capable of that. After months of being relaxed by your presence, impressed by your many forms of strength, becoming speechless at the mere sight of you, the idea that you wouldn’t be anything but important to Loki was like a fever dream.
“Loki. I swear on all the Nine Realms, if you break Y/N’s heart, you will be in a world of-”
“No!” Loki interrupts him. “No, it’s-” Loki clenches his fist. “It’s the quite the opposite brother.” he calms himself. “I’m.. I’m in…” Loki can’t finish.
“Ah.” Thor sits back on the drab couch. “You don’t have to tell me.” he says as gently as a god of thunder could. “I understand.” Loki collapses next to his brother, breath slightly off from the stress.
“Loki, why is this torturing you?” Thor asks. “Being in love-”
“Don’t say that.” Loki says.
“Why not? Is that not what you feel?”
“I- I-”
“You cannot expect to admit this to Y/N if you can’t even do so to yourself. Loki, you must-”
“I can’t!” Loki explodes. “What should I say? That I would die for her? That I want to spend the rest of my life with her? That no matter what I’m doing, she’s in the back of my mind? That she makes me see past the selfish dream of being king?” Loki shakes his head. “Awesome as she may be, she is still a human.” Loki looks at Thor. “How could she feel even of sliver of what I’m feeling for her?”
Thor’s eyes are full of pity when he claps Loki’s shoulder.
“Oh, brother.” he says. “If there is anything the humans match us in, it’s emotions.” He stands up.
“I cannot give you any more wisdom than to tell her. Unlike you, she doesn’t hide things. If Y/N didn’t feel the same way, I think the two of you would have parted ways several days ago.”
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“Loki, you picked the perfect night for this.” you say. He did: The sky is lit up by stars, the moon fulling and filling the top of Avengers Tower with golden-yellow light. Loki can’t help but notice the way if catches your eyes, and he leans forward to kiss you.
It’s somewhat unexpected, but not unwelcome (never unwelcome). You accept the kiss, crawling into Loki’s lap. He’s cold, much like the air outside, but Loki brought a blanket. When you pull apart, you settle with your back to his chest, and Loki wraps his arms and the blanket around you. You stare at the stars for awhile until Loki moves your hair. He begins peppering kisses down your neck, his hands flat on your stomach. You hum, leaning further into him, and just enjoy the moment.
“What’s this all about?” you ask. Loki’s eyes meet yours. “Loki? Are you alright?”
“Yes.” he says. “I am now.” you give him a confused, turning around so can see him better.
“Now that I’m with you.” you give a short laugh.
“I don’t understand…”
“Y/N… Just let me speak, okay love?” Loki looks nervous, so you nod.
“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” he says, fingering a lock of your hair. “You are kind, yet fierce. You’re beautiful, and aware of it, but it’s never something you brag about. You charm everyone you meet, but you choose to be charmed by me. You see past the things I’ve done… You pay attention to me when I explain why I’ve done them.” Loki swallows, closing his eyes, and you take the opportunity to press a kiss upon each of them. “I love you.” Loki confesses. “I love your smile, I love your empathy, I love your quiet rebellion. I love your confidence, and how it grows when you’re around me. I love you, Y/N. I love you.” Loki’s fingers graze your collarbone, cheeks, jawline. “I love you.”
You catch Loki’s wandering hand and kiss his index, middle, ring, pinkie finger. You feel the callouses on his wrists, toughened skin from being bound so many times. You kiss those scars, halfway believing that if you do so enough, they’ll disappear.
You look back to Loki, and you move closer and closer to him, until he’s taken you into his arms. You tuck your head under his chin, pressing your mouth to any piece of exposed skin you can find.
Loki’s hand rubs up and down your back. It slips under your shirt, and you shiver, but it moves in smooth, safe patterns, so you don’t object to it. Your own hands rest on Loki’s hips, your thumbs pressing in circles through his clothes.
“Y/N?” Loki asks, His voice breaks on your name, and it pains you to here him so unsure about himself.
“Oh, Loki.” You press your forehead against his. “I love you too. Of course I love you too.”
Anonymous Requested: If you feel like it could you pleas do a fluffy loki christmas one where he’s been keeping an eye on midgardian time so he can surprise the reader on christmas with a gift even if they dont celebrate it on asgard + Could you write a Loki fic where his s/o and him spend their first midgardian Christmas together after Ragnarok??
Warnings: none.
requests are open for angst or christmas fluff – and for only Loki, Thor or Bucky!
please don’t plagiarize my work – I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. if you’d like to repost, please ask first – but even then I might say no.
There was a soft knock on your door and with furrowed brows, you stood up, wrapping your shall tighter around yourself and made your way to the door. Opening it, the sight of Loki was revealed, a nervous expression in his hands and his hands clasped behind his back.
“Loki?” You asked, tilting your head in wonder.
Loki smiled, “may I come in?”
You stepped aside, inviting him in and Loki didn’t hesitate. Closing the door behind him, you turned to him, catching sight of something red before he spun back around. He was, oddly, being very suspicious. And while Loki acted much kinder and civil around you then he did around anyone else, even this behaviour was odd of him.
“Loki?” You called again, “is everything okay?”
“Perfectly fine.” Loki reassured but you only narrowed your eyes in question. Sighing, he moved his hands from behind his back to reveal an object wrapped in something red – wrapping paper? There was even a bow tied around the present, gold ribbon and a little card on the front of it. If you had to remember, and you’re pretty sure you’re right, this is a midgardian tradition – Christmas, you believed.
“I know we don’t celebrate such a thing,” Loki started, almost with a scoff. “And truly, it’s pathetic… but I got you a gift for Christmas.” It was almost like Loki had to force the words out of his own mouth, which of course brought a smile to your lips at the idea of Loki going through a lot of trouble to get a gift just for you.
With a soft smile, you stepped forward and accepted the gift, holding it against yourself. “Loki… it’s very sweet, but why?”
“I heard you talking about how you thought Midgardian traditions were so cool…” Loki explained, his cheeks growing slightly red. “So I thought that maybe Christmas would be one you’d like to celebrate.”
You smiled, the meaning behind Loki’s actions unbelievably sweet. Taking a step forward, you pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek and grinned; “that’s very thoughtful of you Loki. Thank you.”
“it’s no problem,” he shrugged, his eyes falling to the present in your hands. Understanding his meaning, you begun carefully pulling apart the wrapping around the small box shaped object. Once the wrapping paper was completely gone, you took the lid off the box, revealing a green pendant on a gold chain. You felt your heart warm at the sight of such a beautiful piece of jewellery, glancing up at Loki with the brightest smile.
“Loki,” you breathed; “it’s beautiful.”
Loki grinned, nodded. Pulling the necklace out of the box, you held it up to him; “mind putting it on?” And with a small nod, you spun around, pulling your hair out of the way and waited for Loki to lock the necklace around your neck. Once he was done, he let his hand fall against your shoulder and you turned back around to face him. “I really do love it, Loki. Thank you.”
Loki let his hands cup your cheeks, smiling; “only for you.”
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